I Believe in Santa Claus.
This might be a rant. All the bah-humbugging, and selective self-exclusionism, and "not my holiday" posts I'm seeing were starting to annoy me. But you're entitled to be disgusted at the commercialism, or the assumption that goodwill has to be based in one religion or another, or only apparent at one time of the year, or the store displays starting in October, or the constant bell-ringing of the attendant at the big red kettle.
Fine, you can grinch it up or shoot it down. Accept it or not, it's still there. But semantics or attitudes or whatever aside, I'm wishing you a Merry Christmas. Tonight for some, a Happy Hanukah, may you have more than 8 nights of miracles. And for those who've been waiting for the return of more daylight, a Solstice covered in Awesome-sauce. You can wish me whatever you'd like to, anytime you'd like to. That's a gift I'll graciously accept until I get the chance to re-gift it to someone else.
Because y'see, I don't celebrate Christmas because of Christ, and not for just one day.
I celebrate Christmas because I BELIEVE in Santa.
I believe in the charity of making food for the homeless, for Yule or Purim or just because it's a convenient Sunday morning.
I believe in cleaning our house to trim the tree and feed people pie.
I believe in my brother trying to be nice and avoid annoying the rest of the family.
I believe in miracles, of all kinds, both great and small.
I believe in the dreidel game and chocolate gelt.
I believe in good jokes and bad jokes, as long as you've got the balls to tell them.
I believe in telling people they've done good, whether for themselves or for others.
I believe there's only one list and the nice and the naughty are on it together.
I believe that Ebenezer really did keep Christmas in his heart all the days of the year.
I believe in children dancing or laughing without care.
I believe in cookies you made yourself.
I believe in eggnog. (and rum, duh-rum-pum-pum-pum)
I believe in toys.
I believe in Santa, because I believe in you whether you believe or not.
And as far as you need to be concerned I'm one of your hammer-wielding, paper-cutting, sugar-smacking elves.
Fine, you can grinch it up or shoot it down. Accept it or not, it's still there. But semantics or attitudes or whatever aside, I'm wishing you a Merry Christmas. Tonight for some, a Happy Hanukah, may you have more than 8 nights of miracles. And for those who've been waiting for the return of more daylight, a Solstice covered in Awesome-sauce. You can wish me whatever you'd like to, anytime you'd like to. That's a gift I'll graciously accept until I get the chance to re-gift it to someone else.
Because y'see, I don't celebrate Christmas because of Christ, and not for just one day.
I celebrate Christmas because I BELIEVE in Santa.
I believe in the charity of making food for the homeless, for Yule or Purim or just because it's a convenient Sunday morning.
I believe in cleaning our house to trim the tree and feed people pie.
I believe in my brother trying to be nice and avoid annoying the rest of the family.
I believe in miracles, of all kinds, both great and small.
I believe in the dreidel game and chocolate gelt.
I believe in good jokes and bad jokes, as long as you've got the balls to tell them.
I believe in telling people they've done good, whether for themselves or for others.
I believe there's only one list and the nice and the naughty are on it together.
I believe that Ebenezer really did keep Christmas in his heart all the days of the year.
I believe in children dancing or laughing without care.
I believe in cookies you made yourself.
I believe in eggnog. (and rum, duh-rum-pum-pum-pum)
I believe in toys.
I believe in Santa, because I believe in you whether you believe or not.
And as far as you need to be concerned I'm one of your hammer-wielding, paper-cutting, sugar-smacking elves.